how I go to the woods, by Mary Oliver

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Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend,
for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable.

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I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree.

I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.

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Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible.
I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned.

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I can hear the almost unbearable sound of the roses singing.

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If you have ever gone to the woods with me,
I must love you very much.

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